The Weight of Stress
Taking breaths of stress never lets you rest.
Your soul grows weak; there’s no heartbeat left.
Stress turns to depression beneath the heat,
Like someone took a rope and tied up hope.
Taking stress into your life feels like a stab from a knife.
Your eyes blink tears without relief or fear.
“Are You there, dear God,
To catch us from this pain?”
This is no game—
It’s a crime of life that always stays the same.
Taking a look at the dime,
There is no time.
“Where did all the money go?”
You think about all that’s been lost,
Yet never stop to think about the cost
When He died upon the cross.
It is God above
Who holds what you desire.
Take the lies from hell
And let them die.
Your life is on the line,
And you are almost out of time.
Forget it all—let it fall.
It is the whispers that linger in your ear,
The lies the Devil wants you to hear.
(Revised version of my high school poem,
The Stress)
